May 07, 2008 10:26
"Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror," Amber was pacing back and forth behind the counter, glancing every so often at her lines in the play Titus Andronicus she was to be starring in as she read out loud, practiced out loud. She hated the character she would be portraying; Tamora, Queen of the Goths. She was utterly evil. Cold. Oh... not at first, of course, but her true colors showed themselves early enough that Amber wondered how she could play such a morally reprehensible creature and absorb the character fully.
"Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, a mother's tears in passion for her son:," she continued on, unmindful of Apu staring at her, possibly wondering what the hell she was doing.
It didn't matter. Amber would use every spare moment she had to practice her lines, her acting skills. Not that she would shirk her duties at work, no, but clearly she was engrossed wholly in the lines she was reading.
Today's Squishy Flavors: Red (like blood), Buzzard black, Sinfully wicked (most likely very very hot)
Turtle & Canary is open!
sundries,
amber atkins,
g'kar